I truly don’t want to talk about the plot of this movie, because it’s just so ideal, and so tightly woven that every throwaway image is going to come back and either punch you in the gut or make you laugh. Seriously, don’t even watch the commercials. Well, perhaps you can, because there was a genius in this movie in the way it would make you forget something until the moment you needed to laugh or cry.
Well ... it made ME laugh. The young man in front of us laughed exactly once. Don’t be that guy. (Don’t be stupid. Be a smartie. Come and join the Nazi party.)
No doubt he was judging me, even though all I did was laugh at the points I was meant to (and gasp in horror to pay for it, believe me).
Comparisons to The Producers are pointless. That was half the movie this was. I’m sure no one sobbed hard through the last fifteen minutes of The Producers.